It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

Hyde clenched his fists and opened his mouth without making a sound.He was unwavering in his choice, but he couldn't bear to look at the list of dead.

Perhaps a better arrangement could have been made, and perhaps this level of sacrifice could have been avoided—guilt had left him in no position to speak.

"Of course it's worth it!"

That was Headmaster Dmitry Dalton.

The old alchemist straightened his stooped body, and he became much taller.

"The end is coming, and when the time comes, everyone will die! The sacrifice now is to avoid that hopeless future, the awakening ceremony must be performed, and the exile of an ancient god that cannot be controlled is also a huge achievement beyond history!"

"The people here, whether they are alive or dead, are warriors who swore under the banner and crown. Do you want to insult the will of the executor!"

The old man's eyes were burning with raging fire, like an old dragon breaking free from its chain!

"What we should do now is to immediately perform the awakening ceremony!"

Chapter 93 breathing

The mythical city was submerged in endless brilliance. As Sibylla Constantine and Nobold Hall gradually penetrated deeper, more and more dead people were parasitized by the spirit of fire along the way.

Some of them are aboriginal people who have lived in Hipporia in distant times. They wear loose clothing similar to the Greeks and a large number of silver ornaments.

They still retain most of their faces when they were alive, but pale flames flowed from their eye sockets.The dead mechanically repeated some behaviors that were no different from living people, talking, resting, and walking.

Perhaps this was the case in ancient Hipporia thousands of years ago. Everyone in Hipporia was a puppet parasitized by the spirit of fire. It was just that a certain supreme being allowed them to survive and reproduce according to their own will, and in a certain Bury everything with ice and snow on a day that is not special.

The Greek merchants who strayed here recorded everything they saw and sang about the wonderful civilization at the end of the north.

——Of course it is not a country that can be opened up by manpower, it is a kingdom of God.

On the wide avenue, the soldiers and the tall and thin figure wearing a golden mask noticed two intruders who were out of place with the surroundings, and their expressions instantly became ferocious and terrifying.

The half-body of the dead turned into a stream of flames, and lifted their rusty spears and copper shields to lift off the ground, but before their raised spears touched the bodies of the two, the movements of the dead froze and accelerated. weathering.

The dead wearing golden masks seemed to have assumed the duties of wizards or priests during their lifetime, and their aura was far stronger than those soldiers.

From their rotting throats they chanted incantations that no one could understand, but before a spell could be formed, the masks melted into boiling golden water and poured through their eye sockets, noses and mouths.Their pale complexions took on a metallic gleam, which was cast into gold.

After all, Norbod and the Prophet Sibilla are wizards who have acquired divinity. Even if they are suppressed by the rules of the Kingdom of God, enemies of this level cannot pose the slightest threat to them.

Ayla didn't pay much attention to the battle, but observed the decoration inside the city and the costumes of the dead.This made her confirm that the city she was in was just the embryonic form of Wendel, the city of winter, not the capital of the kingdom of snow.

Everything here is very similar to the city that existed in the dreamland, but it does not bear the strong personal imprint of the king.

Wendell in Ella's memory has been deeply infected with the atmosphere of Snow Country people, and it is completely different from here in architectural details, clothing and more.

I don't know how to describe this feeling, but these differences made her feel a little more at ease.

So far, the two wizards from 200 years ago have not used the power of the divine level, but only used some magic and alchemy props to cross the streets where the army of the dead gathered.

When they reached a frost-covered iron gate, both of them paused for a moment.

There are certain rules in the kingdom of God. No matter how twisted they are, they will follow the power of rules that symbolize the essence of God.In a sense, the Kingdom of God is their embodiment, and even the gods themselves will be affected accordingly.

Therefore, in order to mitigate the impact, it is necessary to comply with this rule to a certain extent.

Although Ayla, who has only completed one stage of armor, still cannot fully understand all the authority of the ancient god "Yafum".But she thinks at least "contradiction" should be an important part of it.

The contradiction between extreme cold and blazing heat, life and death, they conflict but coexist.

The gray fire that can destroy material composition is just a manifestation. It essentially causes the things it touches to fall into a contradictory state, causing them to stagnate, sleep, or even self-destruct.After understanding this, Ella immediately gave up thinking. She keenly noticed that her divine part began to throb, and there were signs of recovery.

"It's really dangerous..."

She thought this way, if she fully understood the authority held by Yafum, she might immediately lose control and let the divinity dominate her consciousness.

While she was recovering, Nobold was looking up and down at the huge two black iron gates.

There is an ancient picture engraved on the door, the content seems to be that a masked priest leads two groups of slaves to perform a live sacrifice to an existence that looks like a dragon.

Nobold stooped to pack up and knocked on the iron door,

"It's very strange. Judging from the content on the murals, this ancient god can obviously extract any individual in the god's kingdom as firewood, but he still chose this complicated ritual... This can be said to be a smart approach. Supplemented by the long-term acquisition of constant humanity, it seems that at least when this mural was completed, the ancient god Yaphum retained a considerable salary, and his behavior in accepting sacrifices was more like a personalized god."

Although Sibyl has a lot of interest in ancient civilizations, but now is not the time to discuss such things, she shook her head anxiously and denied the other party's guess.

"It doesn't make sense. He ended up destroying the civilization he created with his own hands. Maybe it was just because he was tired of playing drama with lifeless puppets—thousands of years have passed since then, even though he still has some salaries left. , and there is no possibility of peace talks, you and I are good supplements for an ancient god."

"He is replenishing his salary and power. The later we are, the stronger Yafum's power will be. Believe me, you will not want to face a fully awakened true God."

Nobold nodded. Sibylla obviously meant to reduce sacrifices and try to save a few scientific expedition members, but he did not expose this.

He put his palm close to one of the doors, and instead of exerting any force, a strange inwardly rotating black vortex appeared there.

The nature of this power is completely different from the Black Sun created by the Book of Three Suns. It was only now that Ella realized that he had never known what kind of authority Nobold held before stealing Lilith's divinity.

Nobold Williams, who had only a few mental fragments left, saw her doubts and shrugged:

"There's nothing to hide, after all, I don't have that ability anymore."

"The authority I once held was "conquer" and "seize", which allowed me to expropriate many things, including concepts, to a certain extent as a superior. "

"200 years ago, I temporarily requisitioned the right to use the passage here, so it is in a contradictory state of being closed and open to me at the same time, so it conforms to the contradictory rules of ancient Hipporiel."

"Similarly, I also relied on this ability to usurp part of Lilith's divinity, and even a bubble in the long river of time-the latter cost me a heavy price."

As he spoke, he intentionally showed a sad expression, and then pointed forward.

"Look, we're through the door."

Using the passage that Nobold temporarily requisitioned, the two wizards entered the area behind the door.

In Ella's impression, this should belong to the terrace and square area in front of the palace. During the celebration of the Snow King's birthday, Ella had a magic duel with the court mage here.

But what appeared behind the door was not the palace terrace built on the smooth ice, but a stone staircase extending upwards, and the end of the staircase extended into the huge pale sun.

On both sides of the stairs, there are huge black stone pillars, which are tens of meters high and support the entire sky.

On the top of the stone statue are the remains of creatures with strange postures. Some of them are giant warriors wearing half body armor, some are flying dragons with their tails wrapped around stone pillars, some are several meters high alien insects covered with blades, and some are A human mummy sitting cross-legged in ornate costumes.

Their bodies have long since decayed, frozen into stiff statues by the severe cold, but they still retain some of the majesty of their lives.

Each of them should have possessed powerful power before climbing up the stone pillar. These powerful beings can still enjoy the highest glory after death - becoming the guardian of the resting place of the gods.

On that long stone staircase, densely packed corpses were strewn all over, all of them belonging to priests wearing gold masks and linen robes.There is no sign of these corpses being parasitized by the spirit of flame, or they have dissipated with the death of the host. These priests are indeed ordinary remains.

Sibyla's pupils shrank, and a few faint light spots mixed in the mountain of corpses attracted her attention.She sighed softly, a huge and distorted clock appeared on the ground she was walking on, its scales appeared crookedly outside the dial, and the pendulum turned back a few notches with the sound of ticking.

Both the light and the flying snow quickly retreated behind this lady, this force even made the bubbles that formed the image vibrate, accelerating its collapse.

This is the first time the Prophet has shown the power of the divine level on the snow mountain.

With Ella's guess, her authority is indeed related to time, but... her experience in the long river of time tells Ella that it should not be a rule that anyone below the True God can control.

A dozen corpses seemed to be pulled by some invisible force, leaving the pile of corpses. The golden masks fell off their faces, revealing several familiar faces.

They are officers with weak legs, hunters with thick bearskins, sturdy whalers, old men with scholarly temperament... It's just that everyone looks dull and lifeless.

"At least...I want to bring your spirits back to your hometown."

The light spot was stripped from the gray-white flame and thrown into the depths of the twisted dial.

This move triggered a certain change, and the surrounding space suddenly became dead silent.

Then, the mummies on the stone pillars twisted their stiff and cold bodies, and the flames ignited again from their empty eye sockets.

However, these awakened powerful beings did not attack the wizards present. They faced the pale sun at the same time, prostrated their bodies and folded their palms together.

No matter how powerful beings were before they were alive, at this moment, they are all hanging their proud heads before the throne of God.

Hundreds of millions of gray-white light spots cheered up on the surface of the sun, and they suddenly expanded the size of the fireball, covering almost half of the stairs.

The strong air flow formed an inward vortex on the surface of the pale sun. More flame spirits threw themselves into the vortex and disappeared with childlike voices, and the sun shrank back to its original size.

-That is His breath.

Chapter 94 Lord of the Ice Flame Polar Circle

In one breath, billions of fire essences were born, and in one breath, they were annihilated.

Even if he has not fully awakened, his power and scale have surpassed the Son of God who descended with the help of the eruption of Mount Tambora.

The huge magic power gathered in just one breath makes people feel intimidated, and can't help but want to kneel down and obey——

This is the person who belongs to the true God!

Without the slightest hesitation, Nobold Hall's eyes were like lightning, and many magical radiances condensed around him into a mottled and majestic colorful robe.

The man floated up into the air, letting a short golden staff float in front of him. The headband that bound his long hair was torn apart by the surging magic power, and a head of silver hair flew up behind Nobold's head.

His whole body was surrounded by pure golden electric light, and the short staff exploded into golden plasma, forming an extremely solemn triple crown on top of his head.

He shook his left hand once in the air, arbitrarily expropriating a huge amount of magic power from his future self!

This is the method with the highest success rate, because the future Nobold will certainly not refuse to be dominated and requisitioned by himself.Nobold even considered permanently solidifying this pathway on a certain organ of the body, so that he could later complete all the steps of requisition with just one thought.

The magic power of the wizard broke through the upper limit in a very short period of time, expanding to an amount that the body could not bear.At the moment when the mottled robe was danced by the magic power, Nobold held his right hand again. He requisitioned part of the space here and regarded them as part of his body, which made him able to control the multiplied magic power!

So, he began to try the third "expropriation".

This time, Nobold's movements became difficult, as if he was holding something extremely hard and heavy in his hand.

One by one, the alchemy props he carried were exploded one after another, breaking down into mixed and impure magic power.

After several failed attempts, gray flames burned from his fingertips, and he clenched into a fist.

One-third of the hundreds of millions of gray-white light spots that make up the sphere of light scattered away restlessly, like flying snowflakes and fireflies.

This time, Norbod conscripted the family of the ancient god. Although this can only last for a very short time, he is now the superior person that many flame spirits obey!

Afterwards, these scattered gray-white light spots transformed into various mottled and chaotic colors in one breath, and then, they swelled and burst at the same time!

This is an unbelievable scene, the deadly and gorgeous fireworks flickered one after another, some of the chaotic energy was annihilated in the collision, and more of them converged and exploded into a terrifying flame storm.

If it didn't happen in the space of the Kingdom of God, the fully formed storm would radiate to most of the world map with the North Pole as the core, evaporate the water from the iceberg melt, and blow two-thirds of the surface of the earth into liquid lava.

This should not be the power that a single life can have at all. Its power even exceeds Nobold's own expectations. His own power is not enough to cause such a terrible disaster under one attack.

Its power comes from a god, an ancient god who has not yet fully awakened!